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I'm feeling suicidal So I take the pen And I cut my wrists I bleed ink I wrap the wound with the paper The blood makes words The words form lines The lines form life Open up, or maybe I'll help you the way Doctor Gross is over there Name: Email: Where are you from: Comments: Why do you consider this reality? Are you now, or have you ever been, a cheater? What is your favorite superhero/supervillain? And what have the children of the one true God been saying? three doors to go through I only want the one that leads to you

I want my evil inside you